Teks

I have always loved football from the day I first trapped one. Trapping the ball made me feel like a conqueror. Stepping on it with your fists on your waist, like a hero when he is afoot on a troll's fell head. Football for me was always this part of my life where I felt that I need to dominate. This need for control seeped to all other aspects that I hold with seriousness. Academics and co-curricular activities are the theaters where I also wanted my voice the loudest, my presence under the spotlight. But, growing older, seeing and tasting things, feelings rather strange and obscure from my childhood made me realize that I haven't done things right with. Football, I am sorry. I should have treated you as my art, playing you with the feel of a painter, the eye of a sculptor, the ear of a violinist, the baton of a conductor. I should have studied with the goal of learning, asking questions and asking even more. I shouldn't have memorized and took notes than having lis...

Someone said hello to me once in a tone that no has played before. It started with a root 'he' and a sharp 'llo'. Everyday, I repeat this sweet greeting with the same sweet voice, hoping that I would have my own rendition of the 'hello' I heard that day. He was an old man, the one who said it to me. He was a friend, though just in face. Yet, I see in him a friend who has been one all his life. I aspire to be that one friend to my friends. That one with a sweet hello and a sweet face they see everyday.